when the skeletons in your closet don't know when to shut up

The Never Ending Nightmare By: Spencer D.

The little boy jumped from cloud to cloud, picking out shapes along the way; a fluffy teddy bear with one button eye here, a half mutilated chocolate bunny with it’s delicious entrails seeping out there. His reverie was soon broken when he saw him. There, hovering like a demented dog was that insufferable luckdragon, Falkor. He felt those possessed eyes fixed upon him, feeling them probe the very depths of his soul.

In waning desperation he quickly jumped off the nearest cloud in hopes of escaping this soon-to-be nightmare, but the shaggy demon was too fast and seized him by the scruff of the neck. It was too late now.

“Why hello Atreyu, it is good to see you again, my friend.”

“I am not your friend!” I practically spat out the words.

“Why of course we are Atreyu. We would have to be if we are going on another adventure.”

I don’t know how long I screamed, but I screamed long enough to where the sky began to warble about me to the point I thought it might rip in half.